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Jan 22, 2012 18:50


Me: " The poem goes... (blah blah blah) ...sugar and spice, and everything nice, that's what little girls are made of."
Finn: "No they're not."
Me: "Oh? What are they made of?"
Finn: "Meat."

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pinkminx January 23 2012, 08:02:43 UTC
I cannot wait to see Finn rewrite more poetry.

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xdarkstarx January 23 2012, 19:58:41 UTC
Ahahahaha! Funny AND true!

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